Taking the reins

It's Him, He's Alive! - Celestia-

I pat my hand in the snow, the pain still shocking my hand. The heat seeps through my palm, pain pumping through my blood. My heart beating fast I reached for the handle. I realize what I'm doing and stop. I cluster up snow and pack it over the burning knob. I expect the snow to turn down the temperature of the burning heat. Only to come to the realization that it does nothing

I sigh, resorting to breaking an entering. I start to collect rocks, throwing them at the window. I listen as they ricochet. I watch as they finally start shattering the glass. Cracks start to appear, slowly encasing the window in the weak glass. Finally, it shatters. I duck, hoping to not get stabbed.

As I dust off the window, the glass slices my hand. I didn't feel the pain, I only saw the blood. I watched it seep over the edge. My shoulders shrug and I climb through the window.

I crunch on the glass, none poking through my shoe. The glass scattered all throughout the floor. I continued to walk around, something eerie about the house.

I heard breathing, heavy. The sound isn't reassuring, someone was in the house walking around. I didn't want to freak out, I held my breath as I poked my head around the corner. I watched as a shadow moved around. I started to slowly creep out from behind the wall. I listen for footsteps, they creak the floor. The weight of the person indicating how loud it is, not being mean. Although it may sound.

I continued to walk around, the air slim and tight. The glass made the black tile floors look like the midnight sky. The paint on the walls started to peel, it was tainted in the color of smoke. Broken picture frames hanged, holding on by a thread.

A putrid smell flowed from the bedroom, not a rotting smell. But like a gas, almost burning my nose. The smell only grew stronger as I walked closer to the picture frame. I threw my hands around frantically trying to waft away the smell. The closer I kept getting the worse it got until I locked myself in the room with the gas. It was simply a handcrafted pipe bomb, real easy to make actually.

It was difficult to figure out what gas they used. Maybe I should put figuring that out aside, I covered my nose and my mouth with my hand. Hoping the smell would slowly start to part away.

I ducked behind a cabinet and sat there, waiting for a single door to open. Listening for footsteps, listening for the crunching of snow. I waited for what felt like forever, minutes felt more like days. The air getting crisper and slowly pinching my skin. Wearing my cloak wasn't enough to keep me warm. The heat in my body was slowly turning to Ice. My blood slowly turns thicker as the minutes run faster, I finally heard footsteps. Even as the time felt like an eternity. The minutes passed by like hours, the hours felt like years. Nothing was going the way I wanted it to.

Heavy breathing and shuttering are what I heard. Groans of pain also surrounded the air. My father! He must be here, somewhere...

Nothing and everything started to make sense. They brought him here for one reason only. He wouldn't survive, the cold is what starts to kill him. It wasn't the sickness. The icy particles burned my throat. The cold wind tingled my cheeks, turning them into a flustered red. The air I breathed in would feel like needles, the air I exhaled consisted of a white puffy cloud slowly drifting away.